Sunday, December 25, 2005

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

I considered carefully the situation and concluded that I have been neglecting my English-speaking public. Not that you co-nationals don't speak English, but I am talking about the rest that had not the chance to understand my brilliant past emanations in that beautiful and quasi erudite Romance language which is Romanian (and it is, too!) So this is a post infused and oozing with holiday spirit. Gee, try to catch up ;-)

It's Christmas. Well, almost. And the holiday cheer is so bloody cheerful and omnipresent. I already don't see the lights in the streets - grew too accustomed to them already, and I am sick of carolers who come like moths to a lamp to my nicely decorated entrance. Speaking of which, one night my seal was particularly angry at one of the carolers. I stuck my head out the window and I could not believe my eyes! There he was - the Ghost of Christmas Past, shaggy, rugged and smelly- the garbage man- oops, sorry, the salubrity engineer."Do you want to hear a carol, lady?" And damn it, I said no. I should have said yes and listened to the man. Who knows? Maybe the tobacco whiff and the beer smell would have actually brought some Xmas cheer. Maybe he was not just waiting for me to give him money. Maybe he would have preferred some fresh apples and hot strudel, or some Christmas cake and a glass of wine, in exchange for - I have no doubt in my heart- a very beautiful winter carol long studied and carefully chosen, sung in a tenor voice. And even a mezzo-soprano voice if my silly dog would have gotten its teeth in his .. tuner. Bloody beggars!...

But the carolers are something I can cope with. What really makes me sad are the Santas. Not the plump rosy-cheeked high-spirited (speaking of spirits, i could kill for some mulled wine right now) traditional and real Santa... but the little gnomes that pose as Santa.

It brings me nothing if not sheer grief and suffering, mixed with a tinge of repulsion and pity to go at the local store to buy ... (i lack a word here, what do you usually buy?) ..say, ... wine! And I have to face a shop assistant with a sorrow-ass attitude and frustrated with poor wages and nobody to come home to for Christmas -or every other night for that matter-, who is wearing a Santa hat over her grayish peroxidated frizz hair and baggy eyes and upside-down smile - that's enough Grinch to steal my Christmas!...

Or when I come home from work and I have to slalom between the fake Santas who hand out flyers for god-knows-what.. and when I see some skinny girl shaking in the cold with red trembling fingers shoving into my hand some piece of paper ad, with a red loose Santa outfit over her street clothes and her backpack, looking like a red hunchback, that's more of a reason to bloody hate the way all fairy tales turn into opportunities to sell and all things nice just go .. ordinary.

No wishes. Not yet. I'm going huntin' for some cheer.

later edit: the spirit is getting to me. i just found this template here and i love it :D.

My dear online photoblog, diary and occasional verbal diarrhea has been visited over 3005 times. Since I installed the surveillance camera, that is. Probably half of the footprints were mine. Well, for everybody i hope this is very happy moment, which shall be celebrated together with a cupcake and a glass of champagne and by wondering again - this is my cue - what on earth are you people doing here? what brought you here in the first place? Well, the answer lies again in the surveillance cam.. let's take a look at the google/msn/yahoo queries that lead some unfortunate, unaware beings in my playground... at least they played nicely and quietly..

I'll start with the english ones and then revert to good ol' native language.. so, in case you did not know, this blog is extremely relevant in searches for "favorite haircut" .. how shallow do I seem right now?? I talk about my hair once!! after an unfortunate misfortune befallen upon my head.. literally, and now i'm labeled forever!! Not to mention of the other queer query: what do I have to do with a "hissing in ear"? Well, only the deathwish of a rabbit suffering from tinnitus .

And this concludes the fun part in english. Not so juicy, I shamefully admit :P

Sunday, December 04, 2005

I stopped drinking coffee last year. I still like a good coffee now and then, but don't depend on it anymore to come back to life every morning. Now I drink green tea by the liter (which has almost as much caffeine but shhh.. you never heard it from me :) )

And when there's someone to have coffee with, I like it fun :Dok, I agree, too much fun. Coffee with a smile(y), what an idea...

looks much better, 'aight? And by the way, the orange peel was an amazing idea.. damn it. I forgot the brandy ... i knew something was missing :-| Nevermind. There's always next Sunday morning :)

This should answer the Lektor's question at my post below regarding the supremacy of fire or water. the extraordinary quality of these 2 elements is that they put each other out (which is good in either case, since a ballance must be maintained and any form of excess is not good - take you for instance after a long walk in a drizzling cold november rain - so i'm a Gn'R fan :P - sit by a fire and it shall draw out not only the water in your clothes, but also any possible humidity in your body, and the coldness characteristic to water) ......

[please excuse me while I listen to the voice of reason in my head, yes I do have one - one voice of reason, i mean. Heads, I have more of those] Stop babbling woman, people don't care about your yinyangish mumbo jumbo (speaking of which, did you know that Mumbo Jumbo is a mandingo name of an idol meant to scare women into submission?!) [you might have noticed that the voice of reason died a lame death and the etymology freak voice entered the scene]...

what on earth was i saying?! right.. fire vs water.. so: when i get the first chance to test the "fireworks" settings of my camera and they go hisss instead of bang and die out in 2 seconds because of the rain and obstruct my photographic activity out there so that i cannot show you back here but humble reproductions of what could have been, i guess we should all agree that my propensity for rambling has reached a new peak today. Thank you, everybody, good night.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Romania's National Day, Dec. 1st, celebrated in front of the National Theater in Bucharest. Despite the rain, people came to see the lights and fireworks (more about that later), to listen to some music, see people sing and dance (no, it was not Gene Kelly) and... that was about it.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

I went to the circus (see pics below, no mood for story-telling) and was appalled by the crowd of dwarfs yelling and yanking all sorts of colorful and retine piercing sources of rgb lights. Yes, I'm talking about little children with toys that lit up. :P

What i actually had in mind after buying a bunch of optic fibers look-alikes was to poke the kid in front of me with them every time her bunny baloon would occupy my whole horizon and sight down at the arena. fortunately the god of all inflatable rabbits decided his mission on earth was done and decided to take him in bunny heaven, with a slow but i am sure not so painful a death as its life with the jumping brat had been... so he died.. starting with a hissing ear.

So here are some genuine tests made in the darkroom (which is my room, with no lights on) with the psychedelic fibers.. trippy effects, eh? :) .. no photomanipulation.. this is reality in RGB!

Monday, November 21, 2005

I've always loved long hair.. I didn't always have short hair, like now - some years ago I used to look quite.. girly, with my long hair.. I was like an elfish forest fairy.. an overweight, oversized, undertall and definitely not fair fairy. When I wanted to look like a school girl I used to wear 2 long braids tied with ribbons, and bangs on the forehead. Sometimes I wore it in a ponytail, but most of the times I just let it loose, flowing, fluttering and dancing in the breeze, like a host of golden daffodils, like a wave of copper silk, making traffic stop when the sun came out.. But some 3 years ago I just got sick of all the Wella and Taft mush. And I cut it short and dyed it black.

Ok.. happy days until by accident (my aunt had a bad scissors day) I realised that my favorite haircut implies uneven locks, hairgel and some electricity. In one word, spikesOk, not really like that, but you get the idea. I wanted not to have to worry about it anymore and be able to get out of the shower, shake like a wet dog and comb it with the towel. The hair, not the dog. I lived in approximate bliss until my aunt declared herself not capable of re-making that same mistake again with my hair.

And this is the begining of my saga... [enter me, with a horrible hair day - someone start the moricone tape] - the quest for the hairdresser/"stylist" who will be wise enough to rediscover that immemorial secret: my spikes.

So my mom tells me "go to this nice lady at the local beauty parlour, who made me look like a hedgehog with a perm" (so I added some stuff here.. it's for visual strength) "and ask her to do your hair". And me, in my immense reverence and obeisance regarding the advice of our elders, I stupidly went.

And now I grieve. Because the lady (very nice, I have to give her that), had no idea how to follow instructions and now I am a hybrid between the Bangles, Tina Turner and a loving octopus . All I ever wanted were some freakin spikes! turned on the outside , not on the inside, woman!. And now we must part, for I must grieve. In the bathroom, with a razorblade in my hand... and loads of hair mousse, gel, and hairspray. Wish me luck. [exit fairy stageleft]

cheerful spot on the gray sky- it's taken from an office at the 6th floor, whose inhabitants are so lucky as to have a balcony, looking not only over the church here, but also over the rest of the city center skyline. My office is down below. Oh, so down. At the bottom of the concrete pit 2 pics below

The circle is almost complete (thanks, I., for the tip, I'll start my noble quest for it), because it's mine, finally mine!!

This book has a long story.. I first started to read it 3 years ago, at the time when I was finishing college... and together with it the yearly subscription at the British Council in Bucharest. And the last books I happened to borrow were "Midnight's Children" and "The Ground Beneath Her Feet". I devoured in a couple of days the first one, I did not breathe, I did not sleep, I absolutely fell in love with that book. And then, 2-3 days before I had to return the books, i started the other one too. I could only read one fifth or something of it, and since I was a fresh graduate and even fresher unemployed, I thought I'd not renew my library subscription before my first paycheck (between you and me, I still haven't - I learned to read directly from the monitor lately and I developed in the past years a crave to have books..) ... so I sighed not knowing how Vina's life turned out with or without Ormus, until last year, when I accidentally found it in a bookstore in Budapest. And seized it with my whole being.

Two months later I left it at somebody's place. I had barely begun to read it. I have not seen it since. But now it's mine again.. all mine, my precious.. (incidentally coming from the same bookshop in Budapest :)) Just to let you know, I'm never giving or lending books again. Don't even bother asking.

fabric close-up (it's NOT wallpaper :P ).. it actually looks like this

later edit: since all my visitors at the playground are men, with one great exception (hi there ;) ), I am asking them to ignore the jewelry, shoes and silk photos, definitely of no interest for a man, at least in still life constructions, and kindly asking them to revert to the other... what are you guys doing here anyway?! :P